Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.